How about Icarus?
I wonder if the pull of hubris hurt like strings before your plunge? or if it was like sky, with blueness, sea and heaven, lack of lunch Did you sense […]
I wonder if the pull of hubris hurt like strings before your plunge? or if it was like sky, with blueness, sea and heaven, lack of lunch Did you sense […]
They say that ink is blood and poetry are scars, but just like scars need skin, your words need paper. You seek the hush of cites and the buzz in […]
Your canon grows, you cannot swallow. For every book there’s not a hollow big enough to fill with worthless words. May every page you read be precious sweet, important and […]
A summer shower is like a feral cat. It attacks you from behind, icy claws outstretched and if you don’t beware you’re drenched. Today when bicycling from work we had […]
I wasn’t really doomed, didn’t have the knack, to solder, disassemble or to build a boat I wasn’t doomed to be an engineer until I slipped, and slide ruled into […]
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